Actually, Jack Hugh got drunk last night and is still sleeping upstairs.
The farcical wedding has been called off, and the tables and chairs set up in the yard haven't been put away yet. But in a blink, they've been covered by a layer of snow, and the seven decorative balloons on the door frame have been frozen and burst by the cold air.
Inside the house, Jane is sitting at the head of the table, looking unwell, with dark circles under her eyes and a pale expression, lacking her usual charm.
Only after taking off her heavy coat did it become evident how thin and frail she was.
It was only when they saw her sitting weakly in front of them that everyone realized the truth behind Victor's words about her terminal lymphoma.
"You all know now?" Her voice had returned to calmness, as if it were a matter unrelated to her, making it seem like a trivial issue.
